Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.